Film Is Our Art

Art despises us and we despise art. At least, this is true of everything that we have been taught to call art. I’ve more or less come to believe that film is our own true art form, the artistic language of our present society.
Film is the one form that nearly everyone in our society interacts [...]

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Short Stories, and My Limited Experience Thereof

I’m just discovering the stories of Ray Bradbury.  What a fascinating mind. His imaginings are weird and textured. He saw the possibility for horror in everything from a twelve-year old boy crossing a ditch in the dark to a middle-aged man’s desire to put up a hot-dog stand on Mars. He lucidly illustrated, in one [...]

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Billboards and Footprints

Dear Readers,
The arrival of Eastern Christmas and its aftermath blew apart my plans for daily correspondance with you all. Apparently there is no such thing as a smoking break in the Church year; rest up yonder, the calendar seems to say, but seek no leisure here.
I have a few random thoughts to plaster on this [...]

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Reading of Late (With Added Excerpts of Poetry)

As I came by to maybe put up a dilettante post about what I’ve been reading lately (it’s been a reading, not a writing time) I noticed that I have four comments I’d not seen. Ah, you lurky readers, you – there you are!
Well, as you all know, I do enjoy comments. And the people who [...]

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Truly Dreadful Productions Debut, “Long, Long Ago”

It is with a deep sense of destiny – one that wrestles constantly, I may add, with an equally deep sense of personal humiliation – that I anounce the launch of my YouTube debut.
Click Here to hear me sing “Long, Long Ago” for Truly Dreadful Productions.
The sense of humiliation comes from the fact that this is the [...]

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Sketch: The Pond at Fort G— With Duck

I like to cross disciplines by way of increasing my total artistic intelligence.
So although I consider myself a writer, lately I’ve been sketching a lot as well. Whenever I am sitting idly and waiting for something, somewhere, I pull out my sketch book and pencil – or in this case, the only pen I had in my purse.
We’d been [...]

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